Our motherland is sick.
1. Our city is sick, our motherland is sick, we hear your cry, and we will wipe away your tears with a smile.
2. The New Year’s bell rings throughout Kyushu, and I sincerely hope that diseases and disasters will eventually become the dust of the years. One day, this place will say goodbye to the rampant disease and plague, and say goodbye to the hysterical sobbing and wailing. There will only be clear rivers and clear seas, and the world will be at peace. The spring breeze will blow open the cherry blossoms in Jiangcheng, and one tree after another will form a cloud that blocks out the sun. And here, under the cold land where disease has been ravaged, is the spring that is about to break through.